Ashville Academy
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Previously; "Three months." Boomer said suddenly.
Bubbles slowed her pace as a confused expression took over her face. "Excuse me?"
"Come on," The blue-clad boy said. He turned his face to look at Bubbles. "We're counterparts. I..know you. You want to know how long my brothers and I have been in Ashville. Well, it's been three months."
"Oh." Before she could comprehend what she was doing, Bubbles sped up so that she was almost walking right beside him. Her curiosity was once again getting the better of her and she couldn't stop herself from trying to get the answers she wanted anymore. "Then..if you don't mind me asking, why were you sent here in the first place?"
"We didn't have a choice," Boomer continued to walk ahead of Bubbles. He took a longing breath as he recalled the day that he knew he was going to be going to Ashville Academy. "It's Butch, he has these anger issues. Sometimes he just can't control how livid he gets. One little thing will set him off. And one day, someone got on the wrong side of Butch's temper. Brick and I tried to break up the fight and ended up getting involved ourselves. The other guy came out of it a lot worse than we did," His face dropped instantly. "Considering that we didn't have any real guardians, they sent us here."
Bubbles' brows furrowed. She looked on and processed everything that she had just heard. One answer down, yet it only left her with so many more questions; What happened to the other guy? Is Butch's anger still a threat to people around him? Where was it that they were sent here from? Bubbles debated asking each and every question. But she stopped herself before she could. Boomer had already told her way more than she should know, and they didn't have time to go into everything right now.
Stopping herself, Bubbles watched as Boomer did the same. She looked at him and blinked.
"Why are you telling me all of this?"
Boomer looked down at his shoes. "I don't have any reason to keep anything from you," Instead of waiting for Bubbles to respond, Boomer nodded towards the door that was closest to them. "We're here."
Without another word he wandered into the classroom, leaving Bubbles to stand there, even more confused than she had been to begin with.
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When I was younger, I asked my father,
"Why are we so human?"
Now that I'm older,
I think I figured it out.
We're just doing what we can.
- Liz Lawrence, When I Was Younger
(Bubbles)
Thursday, November 12th, 2009.
Aiming her Nikon digital camera to the sky, Bubbles took a picture of the white dove-esque birds flying above her home. She continuously took pictures, barely waiting to allow the perfect scene, and she was smiling. She was spinning in her back yard, her blue boots stomping the thin blades of grass underneath her. The birds were all she could focus on and her whole world in that moment. They were just a filled canvas waiting to be seen.
The short blonde could hear the back-door open and close but she couldn't pay attention. She had to keep taking pictures before the birds left. As she clicked and clicked she heard someone come to stand beside her, and she took a second of her attention to see who it was.
John Utonium. Her father and creator and her everything.
He wore the customary white lab jacket and black slacks that he was always seen wearing. When Bubbles looked up at the tall man, he smiled at her, and that one smile just brought so much joy out of her. John had barely seen Bubbles since her birthday a week before, mainly because she had spent all of her time with her new camera. It was absolute passion and she couldn't part from it.
"Bubbles," John placed his hand on Bubbles' shoulder. "You haven't put that camera down since I have it to you."
Her face lit up with a stunning, youthful grin, Bubbles shrugged her shoulders. "I like taking pictures."
"You have a real talent. You've managed to find something that you love just as much as being a hero," John couldn't tear the smile from his face. "Whatever made you made you want to take pictures?" His voice laced with curiosity and interest.
Bubbles looked up at the sky. Her light blue eyes twinkled at the sight of the birds and the clouds, just begging to be photographed. She turned her attention back to her father. He was hanging on her every word.
"I'm capturing a moment that no one else will ever be able to see, unless they see the picture. The moment is gone forever but it still exists in this camera." Bubbles said thoughtfully.
John was beaming uncontrollably. "You are very wise for such a young girl, Bubbles."
"I'm not so young anymore."
Nodding, John leaned down so that he could be at eye-level with Bubbles. His eyes showed complete pride and wonder.
"That's right. And I cannot wait to see you grow up, Bubbles."
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Tuesday, February 5th, 2013. 7am. - Present Time.
It was as if she was falling inside of a dream, that caused Bubbles to jerk up in bed. Her hand shot up to her face as she wiped the thick beads of sweat covering her forehead. The room was dark and Bubbles couldn't see anything. Panic built up in her chest and she looked around. Looking to her right, she saw bright auburn hair, and she heard the sound of light snoring. Bubbles sighed a sigh of relief. She was still in Ashville. Bubbles tried to catch her breath, which as of then was fast and rapid and painful.
When she thought of John's face, her heart broke all over again. And she couldn't stop it either. She couldn't stop seeing him in her subconscious or hearing his voice in her mind. He was dead but he was never really..gone.
"The dream again." Bubbles muttered. She ran a hand through her blonde hair and took a longing breath.
She reached over towards the cabinet beside her bed and grabbed her phone. The blinding light that arrived when she turned it on was enough to make her close her eyes and flinch. Slowly, her eyes rolled open again and she checked the time. It was only six in the morning. She still had two hours until her first class of the day. Bubbles let out a sigh as she put her phone back down. She looked up at the ceiling and wondered if she should try to get back to sleep.
Only then she would run the risk of dreaming. Bubbles once loved to dream. She always had peaceful dreams that left her with a smile on her face as she woke up. However, since the death of her father, Bubbles had been plagued with the exact same dream. It was recurring and it wouldn't stop or change. It was always the same memory each time. And with each dream, Bubbles found herself going slightly insane. Sometimes she was too scared to re-live the memory so she would avoid sleep as long as she could. It wasn't smart of her to do but it was all she could do to hold on to her sanity.
Bubbles knew that sleep was impossible. She couldn't go back to relive the same memory over and over anymore. She slid out of her sheets and stepped lightly towards the wardrobe, hoping that she wouldn't wake Blossom up from her peaceful sleep - the thought alone made Bubbles grow envious. She hated that her sisters weren't suffering the same constant memories like she was.
She opened the wardrobe and slid her coat hangers around to find something to wear. Her eyes were closing more by each passing second. Bubbles, for once, didn't have the energy to sit and debate what outfit to wear. She reached in and pulled out a random short-sleeved shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Then she grabbed a pair of white flat shoes, not bothering to check if she could make heels work, she was too tired to bother.
When she had collected her clothes, she noticed a speck of black sitting on the boxes at the bottom of the wardrobe. Bubbles didn't wear black. She focused her sight on the object and when she realised what it was she swallowed the bile in her throat.
Her camera.
Bubbles picked it up with her free hand. Her eyes skimmed the device and so many memories flashed before her eyes. Memories of her twelfth birthday, when John gifted the camera to her. Memories of her school trip to London where she took pictures of buildings. Memories of her recurring dream.
She closed the doors of the closet, leaving the camera in her hands. She put the clothes on in a rush before grabbing the dark blue hoodie at the foot of her bed. She had been waiting for an excuse to wear it since she had bought it three weeks before - when she went on her crazy shopping spree, a way to forget about her grieving for just a second - and she slipped it on. This seemed like a good day to wear it, considering her clothing options weren't great, she may as well hide her plain shirt.
Once she was fully dressed, camera in hand, Bubbles rushed out of the room.
She walked past Buttercup and Daisey's room and down the hall. As she passed doors, she could see that some people were already getting ready for classes - mostly the perfect looking girls with better clothes than her. Some doors were open, allowing Bubbles to see inside. She noticed a girl with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, a beautiful smile, sitting on her bed with a handsome brown-eyed boy. They were eating breakfast together and laughing, obviously they were a couple judging by the looks they were giving each other. Bubbles just wished that they would have some common sense to close the door. Boys weren't allowed in girl's rooms. Even Bubbles knew that and she just came to the school. Idiots.
Bubbles headed down the stairs and out of the second building. She needed some fresh air, ached for it even. The dreams were driving her insane. She was four recurring memories away from a straight-jacket. Bubbles couldn't breathe. All of the air surrounding her felt thick. The sky seemed to be spinning. The clouds were blacker than usual. Bubbles hated this. It wasn't her fault that John died, she had grieved normally and she was going to be grieving for the rest of her life - so what did she do to deserve this? Bubbles didn't know.
Her eyes traveled high to the sky. Ashville was no Townsville. There was no sun or blue or beauty, just dank and dark. Just black clouds and rain. But Bubbles saw the splendor in everything. While it wasn't ideal, Ashville was gorgeous in its own way. It was one of the largest towns in Kansas, and highly populated with rich successors, which meant that there was plenty of boutiques and high-class restraints. It was the definition of wonder, the type of place you could only read about in novels, yet it was all real.
Bubbles turned on her digital camera and held it before her eyes. The sky was clearing, almost in preparation, but she snapped a picture before she lost sight of the clouds. And believe it or not, the picture that Bubbles feasted her eyes upon was magnificent, be it from her talent or from Ashville's unknown beauty.
She almost smiled. Almost.
Bubbles Utonium's POV
I took a quick look at my phone. A quarter to eight in the morning, only fifteen minutes until I had to be ready for class. I was already dressed, so that was a plus. I was currently sat on my bed, a compact mirror in one hand, and my concealer brush in the other. I tried desperately to rid the bags underneath my eyes. They was unpleasant, and apparently stubborn too, because no matter how much make-up I used, they still shone proudly.
It was bad enough that I looked half-dead but now my eyes looked dull and gross. Brilliant. I swatted at my face with the brush, squishing the white powdery liquid concealer under my eyes again. Nothing. The make-up just seemed to cover the bags and then vanish within a second. When even make-up couldn't save me, I knew that I had a problem.
"You look fine." Blossom's voice erupted my panicked thoughts.
Turning to look at her, I watched as Blossom sat on her own bed. She was taming her waist-long hair with a hair brush. Her hair was always perfect, just like her face and her everything. That's not the envy talking. Blossom really was the definition of perfection. Well, I thought so anyway. And so did, like, everyone else that she's ever met, except for herself, of course. She brushed her hair so delicately, running her fingers through the soft waves of deep auburn strands.
She looked so beautiful today. Seriously, head-banging, mouth-watering beautiful.
I don't know if it was her hair or her clothes but either way it was stunning. She wore this amazing pink sweatshirt that Robin had got her for her sixteenth birthday. It had this school-style fashion with a white collar peeking out from the high neck-line. Also, it was cropped to end just near where her belly button was. She looked so sophisticated in it, I was seriously jealous. She also had on this black high-waisted skirt on so that the cropped nature of her jumper wasn't at all revealing - because you know, she's classy like that.
And the black tights she wore made her legs look like absolute heaven. She was so tall and you know, amazingly tall. Okay, so I was jealous of Blossom. But who wouldn't be? She was even wearing those annoying, clunky, black, amish-looking shoes that I always made fun of and she was pulling them off with ease. How could anyone not be envious of that?
Finally breaking my envious stare, I rolled my eyes. "I don't look fine. I look terrible, okay? Even make-up can't come to my rescue today."
As I looked myself in the mirror - taking in my tired face - I wondered if the dreams would ever stop. I once believed that they would, weeks ago, and yet no dice. It was like I was being punished. I didn't want this, I didn't need the constant agonizing reminder that my father was gone forever. And while my sisters got to grieve in silence, in their own way, I was forced to get these nightmares over and over. It was a miracle that I hadn't had a mental breakdown yet.
Blossom stopped brushing her hair and turned her full attention to me. "Bubbles, you always look beautiful. A little sleep deprivation isn't going to change that."
Darn her niceness.
"Will you please just admit that I look like a monster." I whined, watching as Blossom's perfect eyes rolled.
"Stop being dramatic."
"I am not!" I whined. So maybe I was being a small, tiny, unseeable amount of dramatic, but I did look like a monster. A bag-eyed, bad-shirt wearing monster. "I look bad. Just admit it."
Blossom smiled warmly at me. "We'll just have to agree to disagree, Bubbles. Now stop attacking your face with that concealer and get prepared. We have to leave soon."
My eyes rolled again. Oh god, crows feet. It was only a matter of time. "Fine, fine. Just let me walk around all day looking like a zombie. It's all cool."
Just as Blossom was ready to give me another speech, a new voice entered the room.
"Delivery for my roommate's fashion-forward sister!"
Blossom and I turned to look at the door in unison. There stood Daisey, bearing gifts. In one hand was a big, white mug, and in the other was something wrapped in a napkin. She must have just come up from the dinning area. As she walked inside, her spotless white skirt sashyed along with her. Today her hair was down rather than up, all held to her right side with a daisy hair clip - figures.
"What's this?" I asked and eyed the Australian curiously.
Daisey moved towards us with a bounce in her step and a friendly smile on her face. "I heard you walking around outside of your room at six in the freakin' morning. So I just went down to the dinning hall and got you a coffee. I thought you could use it. Here," She leaned down towards me and handed me the steaming cup of coffee. "You're welcome."
Blossom's eyes shot towards me. "You were awake at six in the morning?"
"Uh," I chewed on my bottom lip. I had been so good at coming up with excuses the other day yet today my mind just hit an absolute blank. "I was just..there was like..I wasn't tired." So I sounded like an idiot. Check.
"Did you have the dream again?"
Oh here we go.
As a silence passed, Blossom stared at me like a hawk, waiting for her answer. I didn't want to tell Blossom about my dream. I mean, she would just worry and then she would bring up the 'Let's take Bubbles to see a psychiatrist' subject all over again. If I wasn't going to see a shrink in Townsville, there's no way I was going to do it here in Ashville. Lord knows what the shrinks in Kansas would be like.
"Dream?" Daisey placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "Do you have nightmares?"
"No," I laughed robotically, hoping that I could change the topic. "I haven't had nightmares in, wow, a while. Oh, Daisey, is that a Lipsy skirt?"
"Yes! Isn't it gorgeous?" Daisey spun herself around to accent her skirt.
I looked over at Blossom and she frowned at me. I knew that the conversation wasn't over but at least we weren't going to talk about it then. That gave me time to come up with a plausible excuse for why I was rummaging around the school at six in the morning. I couldn't exactly say that I wanted to get up early to find the perfect outfit - I mean I was in a shirt, a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Blossom would never believe that it took an hour to chose that.
I smiled and nodded at Daisey. She looked very happy with her skirt. It did feel nice to have a fellow fashion-lover to talk to. Blossom wasn't bothered by designer labels or anything relatively interesting, Buttercup hated any clothes that looked at all nice, and my best friend Robin never paid much attention to anything trendy, mainly because she couldn't afford anything with a high price tag attached. Daisey was like a breath of fresh fashion air.
"Hurry and drink that, Bubbly, we have to leave in exactly eight minutes!" Daisey said - more like ordered - and I cringed at the nickname. Did she have to give everyone nicknames?
My eyes traveled down to the mug in my hands. I didn't usually drink coffee. I didn't mind the taste. With enough sugar, coffee was sweet and awesome, but it wasn't my cup of tea - no pun intended. Nevertheless, I tipped the cup to my mouth and started to drink. I was so tired that I would have done just about anything to feel more alert. I was glad that the coffee had cooled down by the time Daisey had brought it, otherwise I would have severely injured my tongue when I drank it all in one go.
When I was done, I put the cup on the cabinet by my bed. Daisey was immediately joining my side and sticking what looked like a hot pretzel in my face. Just looking at the pastry made my stomach do jumps.
"I also got you this, because you know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day and all!" She grinned at me. I couldn't not smile back. She was so like Robin. They both had that chipper attitude. Only I had a feeling that Daisey was only being so forward because up until my sisters and I had shown up she was so alone.
"I'm not a fan of pretzels," I declined politely. "For future reference, I like cherries. And I'm a vegetarian."
Daisey raised her eyebrow. "You don't eat animals?"
"Nope."
"So you don't eat chicken or like, bacon?"
I shook my head. "No food with a face."
"So you're basically saying that you don't eat anything good then."
"That's basically what I'm saying." I replied with a laugh.
There had been a lot of people that had told me 'I didn't know what I was missing' when it came to my eating preferences. Well, I knew exactly what I was missing - eating sweet, innocent little animals. The less meat I ate, the more for the animal-eating-lovers, therefore less animals to be turned into burgers. I liked that way of thinking. Robin once tried to become a vegetarian. The second that her eyes laid on a double bacon cheeseburger at school lunch time she had failed. I wasn't all that surprised, Robin would marry Mayor McCheese if she could.
Daisey frowned at me before stuffing the pretzel in her mouth and chewing. "You Utonium's are all so weird."
I smiled. "You've got that right."
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8 a.m.
I made my way into my first class of the day, French. With my hand I shielded my eyes from the view of anyone - unwilling to show how dead I looked - and I almost tripped over Buttercup's feet at least four times on the way in. She eventually linked my arm with hers and dragged me inside. On one side of us was Daisey and Blossom, who were discussing Buttercup's strange sleeping habits - Buttercup was not pleased by that, and on the other side was Chase who had joined us on the way out of our rooms.
My hand moved when Buttercup untangled her arm from mine and I was forced to look out at the class. Luckily most of the students were preoccupied chatting or doodling in their text books to notice me. I watched as Blossom and Buttercup took a seat beside each other at one of the tables. I quickly made my way to sit beside Daisey so that I didn't have to sit beside a stranger that would gawk at me. And Chase sat beside this beautiful blonde girl wearing the latest Versace. Oh, be still my beating heart.
I turned to look at my left and found two Jojo brothers. There was a pattern coming along here - they were in almost all of our classes so far. I mean, the timetable was weird because you weren't with the same group of second years with each subject, it was totally switched up. That was just more chance of Jojo-encounters every day. I was starting to think that my luck had gone from bad to evil in just a week.
I don't know why I was so upset that it was Brick and Butch. A small part of me felt disappointed that Boomer wasn't in this class today. There was only one logical explanation - I was crazy. One hundred percent bonkers.
Mrs Devereaux, the teacher, stood up from her desk and smoothed out her thin, red, long-sleeve ponte dress. She looked at us all with hard, calculating blue eyes, and even her face looked strict. Daisey had warned my sisters and I about this teacher. Her exact words being 'she gives out detention like she gives out scowls." Buttercup wasn't intimidated, but I wasn't surprised about that. No teacher had ever been able to intimidate Buttercup. However I was terrified. Mrs Devereaux looked scary. If there was one thing that I didn't like, it was being singled out in class. I didn't do well with being the centre of attention. Or embarrassment for that matter.
"Good morning, class," Mrs Devereaux - or Delia as her teacher plaque suggested - said thinly as she addressed the class. "Today we're going to be learning more French vocabulary. We'll be starting off with the topic of 'favourites'," She began to pace back and forth in front of us, her heels clicking loudly. "Everyone has a favourite artist, a favourite colour, food, and so on. It shouldn't take long to learn these things in French, if everyone pays attention."
Now I was nervous. I knew a little French. Like, enough to fill at least one page of my text book. I had learned French in my last high school, and I always paid attention. I just had this problem about not being able to remember a lot of it. I mean, my brain was mostly; Photography. Fashion. Art. Music. And then the rest? Well there just wasn't a lot of room for anything anymore. Over the three years of trying to be normal after years of being a butt-kicking crime fighter, I took in all of these subjects and soaked it all in. But when it came to anything else my brain just couldn't remember much of it.
I guess that makes me stupid; so be it. I'm stupid. Sign me up for a life of working at a fast food restaurant.
When Mrs Devereaux started marching towards us, I panicked. I really didn't want her to ask me anything. She made a turn for another table and I swear my heart skipped a beat. I turned to look at who she had decided to pick on.
Oh, this was going to be hilarious-
"Quel est votre livre préféré vous?"
There was a long silence as Mrs Devereaux's victim - Butch Jojo - stared up at her with a look of utter and complete confusion on his face. He looked just like Buttercup did when our old Math teacher in Townsville asked her what the square route of 6 was. Boy, that was funny.
Butch narrowed his eyes in thought. "Uh..Oui?"
Beside him, Brick's eyes rolled. "She asked what your favourite book is."
"Book?" Boy, did Butch look stupid.
A couple of other students laughed as Butch sat there, gaping like a fish out of water. I had to hold back my own laugh - I didn't want to draw attention to myself. That didn't stop Buttercup and Daisey, however, they both burst out laughing like it was the best thing they had ever witnessed. It was no surprise to anyone that Butch didn't know a lick of French. He didn't seem like the 'paying attention in class' type.
Mrs Devereaux let out a sigh of exasperation. She turned her gaze towards Brick instead.
"Brick Jojo, can you perhaps answer the question?"
"Tous le jours." Brick answered immediately.
I blinked. Okay, I knew that he was smart but that was a darn fast answer. Even Blossom would have had to take a second to collect her information in her head before it reached her mouth. My eyes narrowed. Maybe he did have superpowers. Or that's just the lack of sleep talking and he's just really smart and quick on his feet.
Mrs Devereaux offered a smile - for the first time since the class had started. "Très bon. Je vous remercie."
As she walked away, I could feel Daisey leaning over me to get a good look at Brick. She leaned on her elbows, her chin on her hands, and flashed him her 10% award winning and 90% cheeky smile.
"Yes, very good, Captain Genius!" She began to clap sarcastically.
Brick scowled. "Don't be jealous because I'm smarter than you, McCoy."
"Ouch," Daisey put a hand to hear heart and pouted. "I'm so upset that my brain isn't the same size as my ego like yours."
I covered my eyes with my hand again. Why did she have to bring attention to us when I look like I just rolled out of a grave? I peaked out of my fingers just in time to see Brick turn away in a mood. I'll give it to Daisey; she sure knows how to annoy the Jojo brothers. I knew I liked her for a reason.
Turning my attention back to the front, I removed my hand. I made sure to remain quiet for the rest of class. By the time we were half-way in I realised that I had yawned nine times. And I only knew that because Daisey had poked at my arm and told me. I was so close to falling asleep that I had to keep pinching myself. I just wished that by next period, something miraculous would happen so that I didn't have to go to class.
But then again, when did my luck ever do something nice?
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8:50 a.m.
Once French was finally over it was time for the second class of the day. I checked my timetable on the way to the hall - the timetable that I had tried to memorize the other night. I failed miserably. My next lesson was Art. That made me smile. While I don't spend a lot of time actually drawing myself, I did enjoy to look at other people's works of art. My dad always told me that I had a nack for seeing beauty in things that most people couldn't. He was seriously right on that one.
I remembered that each time I had seen Boomer outside of classes, he had been drawing on that sketch pad of his. And he was amazing, I definitely remembered that. A love of art; It was just yet another thing that we had in common. I wasn't even sure if it was the 'counterpart' bond thing anymore. Maybe we just had so much in common that it seemed unnatural.
Either way, it freaked me out.
A couple of people pushed past me on the way to class. Sometimes I wished that I was more like Buttercup. If someone pushed her she would turn around and scream at them. Unfortunately I wasn't that bold. Plus I didn't really want to bring any attention to myself.
I looked around desperately for Daisey or Chase. It was embarrassing enough that I had to go around asking people how to get to class, but I didn't want to show up late as well. I don't do well being the centre of attention. And if it wasn't bad enough that I couldn't find my way, there was huge bags under my eyes from my lack of sleep that even make-up couldn't cure. I looked terrible, my eyes wouldn't stay open for very long and I was pretty sure that my shirt was inside-out. None of this would have been happening if I hadn't had that recurring dream again. I thought that moving away from Townsville would make them stop but apparently not. My bad luck at it's finest.
Just when I had given up all hope, I saw Boomer walking my way. I never thought that I'd be so happy to see Boomer Jojo, that's for sure. I rushed over to him and held out my hands in front of me. Boomer stopped instantly and looked down at me in confusion. Darn his height. I didn't have time to care about how idiotic I must have looked, though, I had to find out where Daisey was. I knew for a fact that Boomer didn't like Chase - judging by the looks he shot him when Chase and I came into his class - but I just hoped that he was on good terms with Daisey.
"Bubbles?" He raised his eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"Please tell me that you know where Daisey is." I said in desperate voice. On any other occasion I would never act like this around, well, anyone, but this was serious. I had to save myself the embarrassment of being late, looking like this.
"McCoy? I haven't seen here since the other day. Why?"
I sighed deeply. "I'm going to be late for Art and I can't remember where it is."
"I have Gym next but I'll take you to Art."
For a minute I just stared at him. This would literally be the second time in two days that I would have to take help from Boomer Jojo. I cursed my bad luck and terrible memory. It seemed like I could never catch a break anymore. First the dream and now this. I didn't want to have to lean on Boomer for help but it would save me the embarrassment of walking into class late, having all eyes on me, when I look an absolute mess. Desperate times call for desperate measures - as Blossom would always say.
I crossed my arms and gave Boomer what I hoped was a tough look. I probably didn't look very threatening though considering I was so short that I had to look up to see him, and there was also the fact that I was wearing an inside-out shirt.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked loudly. Luckily we were now alone in the hall so no one would gawk at me for raising my voice.
Boomer shrugged as though he was unsure himself. "I was new here once too. I know how confusing this school can be."
"No, that's what you do for a random new student," I pressed on, my voice only getting louder. My face fell in confusion. "I'm not some stranger to you, Boomer. Why are you being nice to me of all people? You're supposed to hate me."
"I don't hate you," Boomer said immediately. I searched his eyes for some form of emotion to tell me what was going through his mind. I came up blank. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. I guess there's something we don't have in common after all. "The past means nothing to me. We're not heros and villains anymore, so to me, you are sort of a stranger. I didn't get to know you when we kids, I just..did whatever I wanted, and getting to know you wasn't one of those things."
"And you're saying it is now?" I asked quietly.
Boomer opened his mouth so speak but before he could the hall fell into complete darkness. I looked around in alert but I couldn't see a thing. The lights had gone totally out. I turned back to Boomer and all I could make out was his dark, honest blue eyes. I could feel the tension when our eyes met. As much as I wanted to know what he was going to respond, I had to pay attention to the fact that I was standing in absolute dark.
"Must be a power outage. There was one last month, it only lasted for a half hour," Boomer said to me. It was weird, hearing his voice yet not seeing his face. I waited for him to speak again since I had no idea what to say. "Do you have a phone?" He asked.
"Oh, yeah, I have a phone."
I reached into the pocket of my dark blue jeans and pulled out my phone, hoping that the battery hadn't died. For once I was in luck as I clicked the screen on and a light escaped from it. I held up my phone and shined the light onto Boomer, finally able to see his face again. He smiled nervously at me and I tried so hard not to find it cute. Boomer Jojo was many things, cute was not supposed to be one of them.
"Let's get to class."
As Boomer passed me, I reached out and grabbed his arm. He looked just as shocked as I did that I was touching him. And boy, did it feel weird.
"Wait," I said automatically. "We have different classes. What happens when I get to class and you won't have a light anymore?"
Boomer stopped in his tracks. He turned around to look at me fully and he scrunched his face as the light hit him. He was silent for a moment, probably trying to come up with a solution, before waving his arm. "I'll figure it out. We should go, you're going to be late."
He didn't give me time to argue, he just stared walking again. I was still in shock of the fact that Boomer was being so nice to me that I forgot to move. Eventually once I started to lose sight of Boomer I started walking towards him again. As soon as I caught up with him, we were almost near the classes and with some luck I would make it on time. Of course, my luck tended to be bad, so I wasn't expecting to get there before the bell. I walked side-by-side with Boomer again - for the second time, might I add - and the awkwardness seemed to tone down a little. That was until I heard a sound and the next thing I knew, Boomer was on the ground.
I heard him groan from down on the floor and I rushed to see if he was alright. I bend down beside him and reached out to grab his arm before I retracting my own. One arm-touch was enough for today.
"Are you okay?"
I flashed the light in Boomer's face. "I'll be fine," He looked down at his feet to see what he had tripped over and I caught him scowl, which looked so unnatural on him. "Seriously? Who leaves their bag in the middle of the hall?"
Boomer rose back up to his feet and let out another groan, only this time it was a groan of pain rather than annoyance. I hated the sound so much. Not because I cared about Boomer or anything like that, only because the sound of people being in pain unsettled me. I flashed the light at him again and our eyes locked. For a moment neither of us said anything, we just stared at each other.
It reminded me of the first time I had seen him in Ashville, when we were in the common room and our eyes met across the crowded room. It sounds so cliché but it was such a nice moment for me. I was mesmerized by his eyes so much that I couldn't look away. And then I found out that he was Boomer Jojo. And all hope of getting to know the boy with the blue eyes was crushed.
"I think I might have sprained my ankle on the ground." Boomer said thoughtfully as he moved his leg around, earning another hiss of ache that made my heart sink in my chest.
Without thinking of how wrong it was or what Blossom might say, I took Boomer's arm and placed it around my shoulders.
"Come on, I'll take you to the nurse's office," I felt him tighten his arm around my shoulders as he started to limp and I closed my eyes. The last time his arm had been near me was when we were younger and we were fighting our hearts out. My stomach started to hurt as I remembered the times that we had fought. I had no idea how it came to this. I was helping him, and his arm was around me, and I wasn't even scared. "The, um, the nurse's office is in the third building, right?"
Boomer didn't speak. He just nodded.
I started to walk as Boomer began to limp towards the door. I flinched every time he hissed in pain. There used to be a time where I inflicted the hisses, and I always hated it inside. How did hurting Boomer make me any better than him? Put aside the good versus evil and me and Boomer were on the same level ground. He hurt me and I hurt him back.
If I finally had the chance to help him then I had to do it. I had to let go of our past for an hour and do something human. And I didn't look back even once.
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Regular POV
5 minutes earlier..
It had taken getting half way to her next class - Gym - until Buttercup realised that she didn't have the change of clothes that she needed for class. She remembered laying the clothes out on her bed to take to French and then to Gym, although her absent mind had managed to forget all about it until she was almost at the Gym hall. She marched back to the second building as fast as she could to grab them before she was late.
Once she made her way into the building, she headed for the stairs. When her hands clasped around the banister she narrowed her eyes and swayed to the left. She quickly jumped down from the first step and walked towards the back of the building.
There was no time for stairs - she had to take the elevator.
Buttercup still wondered why people bothered taking the stairs when there was a perfectly good elevator behind them. She headed forward and went to press the button to open the elevator, only she was a little late. Someone else's hand came into her view and pressed the small, silver button. Buttercup pursed her lips when she saw the hand. She already had a feeling of who it was. Considering her case of darned luck this week, it was bound to be him.
And it was.
"Forget something in your room too, huh?" Butch Jojo came into view. He smirked at the annoyance showing all over Buttercup's face. She didn't have time to deal with him right now. Taking a calming breath, Buttercup put her hands on her hips and smirked back at him.
"Yeah. I forgot the machete I planned on using to kill you."
Butch didn't even seem phased. "You don't frighten me, Utonium."
"Ditto."
Buttercup and Butch stared at each other with equal looks of boldness until the elevator door opening finally took their attention from each other. Butch made a move to walk in, but Buttercup pushed past him and went in before. She turned around to look at him and smiled smugly. Butch rolled his eyes, trying to push aside his anger for Buttercup's childishness, and walked inside.
He scanned the buttons for number 2 and pressed it. As the elevator started to move up, neither of them spoke or looked at each other. Both knew that there wasn't enough time to get into an argument, plus this really wasn't the place for it. Just when they were nearly at their stop, the lights went out and the small space turned to complete darkness.
"Huh?" Buttercup muttered to herself as she looked around the dark.
The lights eventually came back on, three seconds later, but when they did the elevator jerked and stopped completely. Buttercup lost her balance thanks to the sudden shift and felt herself falling. She prepared herself for a collision with the floor but it never came.
Butch caught her right before she could hit the ground. Buttercup was still for a moment, she was too stunned to move, and then the reality came crashing and she yanked away from his grip. She glared at Butch with nothing but absolute hate in her eyes.
"What the hell just happened?"
"Uh..well you were about to fall so I-"
"-With the elevator, you idiot!" Buttercup cut him off.
Butch held back a laugh. "Oh, right," He smiled in amusement. Buttercup rolled her eyes and waited for him to answer her original question. "It's probably just a blackout or something."
"A blackout?" Buttercup's eyes widened. She looked around the elevator and began to panic. "Are you saying that we're stuck in here!?"
Responding with a nod, Butch grinned boyishly. "Looks like you're going to have to learn how to play nice with me after all." His voice was teasing and it made Buttercup's head spin.
"We need to find a way out of here," Buttercup replied bluntly. "Now."
A smirk lit up Butch's face. "There's no way out. We have to wait until the power comes back on."
Buttercup's face contorted in panic.
"Damn."
The doors to the first building opened as Bubbles and Boomer came through. They squinted their eyes as the light of the outside hit their eyes. Bubbles had never been so happy to see light. She effortlessly helped Boomer as he limped over to the third building. They were so close to the nurse's office. Boomer eased knowing that soon he could get his leg checked out and he could go up to his room to sleep the agony off. Well, he would sleep until Butch would come crashing in to annoy him.
Bubbles and Boomer made it to the door of the third building in under two minutes. Bubbles got her phone ready to flash again once they got inside the building. When she clicked the phone she heard it beep. She hoped, prayed, that it was just a text or something. Only her bad luck decided to grace her again as the phone shut off from no battery.
"My phone just died." Bubbles frowned as she looked at Boomer.
"Oh, god."
Boomer closed his eyes and sighed. His leg was throbbing and he couldn't walk anymore, let alone limp around the third building - the biggest of three - to find the nurse's office. That wasn't going to happen. Boomer found himself seriously needing to get off of his foot and he leaned against the wall - or what he thought was the wall. Instead, the leaned on the door, and it opened.
Both blondes came crashing through the door and landed on the ground. When Bubbles opened her eyes she found herself staring into Boomer's. She had landed right on top of him. Bubbles felt herself blush at the closeness as she held herself up with her hands.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She rambled in embarrassment.
"No, it was my fault." Boomer insisted.
Bubbles instantly shot up. When she was back on her feet, she could barely look at Boomer. She decided to herself that this had to be one of the most unluckiest days of her life - The dream. The inside-out shirt. Having to rely on Boomer to help her. The lights going out. Boomer fracturing his ankle. And now, this. Bubbles was not amused.
Reaching out, Bubbles held her hand out for Boomer to take. His hand clutched hers tightly and he felt electricity, as did she. They stared at each other for a moment, unsure of why holding hands felt so..strangely awesome. Boomer quickly tore his hand back the second that he was standing again. He tried to bypass the awkward tension by looking around. The light from opening the door wouldn't be enough to lead them to the office. It seemed hopeless without Bubbles' phone.
"I think we're just going to have to sit here until the lights come back on."
Boomer sighed to himself. He realised that having Bubbles hold him up for the remainder of the darkness would be awkward so he decided to sit down. He leaned his back on the wall and sunk to the ground, carefully watching his leg as he did so. He could hear Bubbles doing the same on the opposite wall, and even though he couldn't see her face, he could see her eyes. The pools of light blue were so bright that he could make them out perfectly.
When they were both seated, a muteness passed over. Boomer looked Bubbles right in the eyes, deciding to make the most out of a bad situation.
"Well, as long as we're stuck here, you might as well tell me why you and your sisters got sent here."
Bubbles swallowed, and the sound was so huge in the silence. "It's not important."
"I told you why my brothers and I are here. It's only fair." Boomer's voice sounded curious, and almost concerned. Bubbles knew exactly how it felt to be so close to getting an answer to a question and not getting it. So, throwing away yet another one of Blossom's rules, she answered.
"My dad.." Bubbles sighed and considered not going on. She looked up at Boomer's dark blue eyes, almost willing her to continue. She swallowed again. Bubbles hugged her legs against her chest and decided to get it over with. "He died just over a month ago. It was a house fire. Blossom, Buttercup and I lost everything. We had no where to live and no parent to look after us anymore."
Even in the dark, Bubbles could practically feel the frown on Boomer's face following her statement.
"I'm sorry I asked." Boomer said apologetically.
"No, it's okay," She dismissed, a small smile on her face. She wasn't sure why telling Boomer made her feel so comfortable. Although she realised that maybe it wasn't telling Boomer in particular - she just really wanted to tell someone. "Don't be sorry." She said in a quiet voice.
Boomer sat up slightly, trying to cross his legs in a casual manner, although he found it hard when every time pressure was added onto said leg he felt an unbearable ache. He ended up sitting there with one leg crossed over the other. Luckily there was no light for Bubbles to see what a complete idiot he looked.
"If it's okay to ask, why did you stop being superheros and decide to be normal?"
"It wasn't really by choice," Bubbles replied. She crossed her own legs and stared into Boomer's eyes, the only things that she could actually see. "As you know, most of the criminals left Townsville, got sent away, or became reformed. There wasn't a town to protect anymore, you know? So our powers kind of went away, it was really random, they just disappeared as though they had never been there. And I guess we finally got our wish to become regular humans like our friends. But being human isn't as easy as I thought it would be."
Boomer nodded in understanding. "Yeah. I thought that it would be easy to be human too, but it's becoming harder and harder each day. I don't like lying to people."
"Is that why you've got this whole 'loner' thing going on?"
Chuckling, Boomer couldn't fight his grin. "Yes."
The two blondes smiled at each other, even though they knew that neither could tell that the other was smiling, they just enjoyed the moment. And Bubbles found herself forgetting every single one of Blossom's rules. She was having too much fun just living in the moment, and getting to know her enemy.
Butch watched in amusement from the corner of the elevator as Buttercup continuously kicked the door. She didn't even look angry, not in Butch's perspective, she just looked anxious to get out as fast as possible. Her feet slammed against the door with so much power that it reminded Butch of when she was once a hero. She always held so much anger and it made her powerful, beautiful. Butch admired it about her.
The seconds turned to minutes as Buttercup kicked and stomped all about the door. She wasn't even sure what she was trying to achieve. She just hoped that maybe someone would hear the noises of her feet contacting the silver door and they would come running to let them out. As absurd as it seemed, Buttercup didn't give up or stop for a breath, there just kept kicking.
Her attention was finally brought back to Butch when she heard him laughing like there was no tomorrow. She spun around, rage flooding her bright green eyes, and she hissed.
"What are you laughing at!?"
Butch looked up at her from his seated position in the corner. "Is being in my company really so bad that you need to bang on the elevator door?" He asked amused.
Realising how fruitless her attempts were, Buttercup sighed and turned around to face him. She slid down the door and took a seat on the floor, opposite from Butch, and she crossed her legs.
"Yeah, it is, but that's not why I'm so anxious to get out of here." She muttered without thinking.
Butch's thin eyebrow raised. "Why then?"
"It doesn't matter." She replied bluntly.
"We're stuck in here until the power goes back on. You may as well tell me. You've got nothing better to do."
Shooting him a bittersweet smile, Buttercup narrowed her eyes. "Ignoring you is something better to do."
The legendary Jojo smirk crossed Butch's lips, making Buttercup roll her eyes in annoyance. She always did hate that smirk of his. Buttercup watched him, seeing him as her only entertainment, and she took in everything about him. There was barely a trace of the Butch that she used to know - besides the tough green eyes, the spiky black hair and the twitching. He looked mature, even though he didn't act it. His voice was deeper. His body was taller and more toned. He was smarter. He played football. And most importantly - he was the only brother of three that hadn't expressed his desire to be human. Maybe he didn't want what his brothers wanted. Maybe he was still evil.
Buttercup imagined what she would do if she did find out that Butch was still a villain. She would say 'I told you so' to both of her sisters, and then she would literally kick Butch as far away from Ashville as possible. Buttercup wasn't even sure why she wanted to protect this town. This wasn't Townsville. She didn't want Kansas to grow on her, she didn't want to one day miss this place when she finally got to leave. She just hoped that it was the small part of hero still left inside her that made her want to protect Ashville so badly.
"So, I just have to ask," Butch drawled. He grinned at Buttercup, already excited for their back-and-forth that he had missed. "What are the Utonium's doing in Kansas anyway? Stopped playing hero's?"
Buttercup scoffed. She bit back an argument from the 'playing' comment. This was not the time or place to let Butch rile her up. "Can we just not talk?"
Butch pouted sarcastically and shrugged before looking away from her livid eyes.
A minute passed in total muteness, and the air was getting thick. Buttercup was so close to getting up and starting to kick the door again. She just wanted out. With every passing second Buttercup's breathing gradually got faster and harder. There was a building ache in her stomach that she couldn't fight. Panic was settling in and she knew what was about to happen.
She closed her eyes and tried desperately to calm herself down, with no avail. Eventually Butch noticed Buttercup's over-all panic-stricken demeanor. Her breathing was rough and her face was turning white. Butch had seen this before. He leaned forward a little and tried to catch Buttercup's eyes, but they were still closed tightly.
"Butters? Are you okay?" His voice almost held concern, only making Buttercup feel like she might throw up even more.
"I'm stuck in an elevator with the bane of my existence. No, I'm not okay." She hissed.
"Seriously, you look like you're about to pass out. What's wrong?"
Buttercup's eyes shot open. She felt her lips curve into a frown. "Why do you care!?" She lashed out.
"I don't," Butch said nonchalantly. "I'm just curious."
A sigh escaped from Buttercup's lips and she hesitated. She looked away from Butch's eyes - there was no way she was going to look at him while saying this. "I'm claustrophobic. Small spaces sort of freak me out, okay?"
Butch's eyes widened. He could already feel his lips curving into a smile. "Hold on a second. The great Buttercup Utonium is scared of confined spaces?"
"I'm not scared of anything!" Buttercup's head snapped towards Butch, her eyes burning with rage at the implication. "I just don't like being in small spaces. You being here isn't making it any better!"
Chuckling, Butch shook his head. "You are so arrogant."
"I'm arrogant!? You're one to talk."
His eyebrow raised. "I might be a little arrogant but you are so much worse. Just because you're Buttercup Utonium doesn't mean that you can act like a superior bitc-"
Butch stopped talking abruptly as he noticed Buttercup hyperventilating, her green eyes blinking uncontrollably so fast that she couldn't even see him anymore. Butch wasn't sure what to do. He tried to reach out and grab her arm but Buttercup quickly took hold of his hoodie and held it tightly with her fist, as if she was trying to find a way to keep control of herself and what was going on around her. Her fist tightened more and more until it physically hurt.
"Utonium, what's happening?" Butch asked urgently, drawing closer to her.
"I'm having.." She tried to speak but her breathing was too rapid. She sucked in a breath and pushed the words out. "..P-Panic attack."
Eyes as wide as dinner plates and heart racing, Butch bent down slightly to be at her eye-level. "It's okay, just try to calm down."
Buttercup's eyes rolled open as she sent a death glare his way and growled.
"Hold your breath," Butch practically yelled above Buttercup's loud breathing. "Holding your breath stops panic attacks. Do it!"
Everything went quiet as Buttercup sealed her lips and held her breath in. She was seeing spots everywhere, she couldn't even see Butch anymore, she could just hear his voice and feel his sleeve as she curled her fist tighter around it. She began to count in her head. 1. 2. 3. 4. She opened her mouth and shook her head violently.
"I can't..I need to get out of here right now!" She bit out, closing her eyes again.
"Listen to me, you insufferable girl!" Butch's voice laced with authority. "Everything is going to be fine. The power is going to come back on soon, and we'll get out of here, and you'll be back to your regular, annoying self."
Buttercup shook her head and said nothing. Her breathing was slowing down but it wasn't enough. Butch could feel her hand slipping away from his sleeve as if she was losing absolute control. He shook his head, he wasn't giving up that easily.
"You're going to be okay."
Her breathing slowed more.
"You're going to be okay." He repeated.
Her breathing stopped.
"Buttercup.."
Her eyes opened.
The elevator suddenly made a shrill noise and jerked forward again. Butch fell backwards, landing on his backside at the other end of the lift. Just then the elevator finally started to move again. And Buttercup finally started to breathe. Buttercup and Butch stared at each other as they felt the elevator moving up towards the second floor. There was still shock clear in Buttercup's eyes at how Butch had managed to bring her back from her panic attack. It wasn't possible.
Buttercup rose to her feet instantly. Her eyes hardened on Butch as he did the same.
"How did you know what to do?" She asked.
"Boomer used to have panic attacks because of a low blood pressure issue when he was fifteen. I guess I just learned how to stop them over time."
"Well..thank you." Buttercup said reluctantly - taking the words back instantly.
The door opened and in a flash Buttercup was gone.
Bubbles Utonium's POV
I couldn't have been happier when the lights came back on.
For a while I was sure we would have had to spend the whole hour sitting in the dark, just waiting for the power to come back on. Boomer and I had talked - and I mean, we really talked. We spoke about how we felt about Ashville Academy, we reminisced over Townsville, we had a laugh over our siblings. It wasn't until the lights came back on that I realised how stupid I was.
Blossom had told me not to talk to Boomer. She wasn't just being overly cautious, either. There was a good chance that these boys were still villains that came here for a reason. And I had sat and spoken to one of them like we were friends. Blossom would be so upset if she knew that I had let Boomer take me to class, carried him to get help for his ankle, and everything else.
I had made myself forget all about Blossom's rules and the danger because, I guess, I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to talk to someone about these things. Sure, I didn't want people here to know about my creation or my past, but I hated not being able to talk about it. With Boomer, I could be myself, and I didn't have to hide. It felt so wonderful that I wasn't thinking clearly.
Trying to stop thinking about it, I led Boomer towards the nurse's office. He gave me directions considering I had never been before. It took us a good three minutes to get there - it would have taken less if Boomer wasn't so slow at limping - and by the time we did, I was sure that class would be over soon. I missed a whole class on my second day. That's definitely not good.
When we got to the office, I looked around for the nurse. She walked in from the back room seconds later. I noticed that the room was covered in un-lit scented candles. These blackouts must have happened often if the nurse had a supply of candles handy. I looked at her up and down. There was a name-tag pinned to her white jacket that read, "Sandra Sharpe."
"Hello." She addressed in a stunning British accent.
Mrs Sharpe's thin lips curved into a bright smile as she looked at Boomer. She was absolutely beautiful. From the first glance, you wouldn't be able to tell that she was an in-school nurse. She had a statuesque build that most would consider seriously model-worthy. Her ageless heart-shaped face had a motherly glow about it, and her skin resembled soft alabaster. Even her hazel eyes and arrow-stright blonde hair looked only fit for royalty.
"Hey, Sandra." Boomer said from beside me. I raised my eyebrow at him. Just how much did Boomer come here?
"Boomer," Mrs Sharpe nodded in greeting. "I haven't seen you in here since Butch accidentally pushed you off the bleachers."
I blinked. Butch did what?
Boomer's eyes rolled as he limped over to the examination table. "He used the word 'accidentally' did he?"
Sandra laughed musically. "What's wrong with your leg?"
As Boomer hopped onto the table, I decided to answer for him. I took a step forward and smiled at Mrs Sharpe. She seemed friendly, and she seemed to be fond of the Jojo brothers. I already knew that Buttercup wouldn't like her. She might even dislike her more than Holiday Sinclair.
"Boomer was showing me to Art when the lights went out. He tripped over a bag in the hallway and sprained his ankle when he hit the ground." I cast a look at Boomer and watched as he poked at his ankle with a pencil. I tried not to smile but it was no use.
"And you're just getting here now?" Mrs Sharpe raised a brow. "That must have been quite a journey." She joked with a friendly grin on her face.
"A little help here," Boomer suddenly spoke. Mrs Sharpe and I looked at him to find that he had stopped jabbing his leg with the pencil and was now staring at us. "My leg is killing me."
Sandra walked over to take a look at his leg while I remained stood by the door. I couldn't get my head around Boomer today. All of the other times I had seen him, he really was loner-ish. He was uncomfortable speaking to just about anyone. But today he had spoken so freely around me. He was like the old Boomer again; cracking jokes and making an idiot out of himself.
I didn't understand how he went from being a silent loner to being..Boomer, when he was around me. And what's even weirder is that I noticed how normally I acted around him as well. Maybe it was because we can connect over knowing each other's secret. No one else but my sisters and his brothers know about how we were created. Maybe Boomer felt comfortable around me. Or maybe I was just hoping that there was something special about me.
Sandra's voice tore me from my thoughts.
"This should heal within a couple of days," She said as she looked away from his ankle and to his eyes. "Just try to keep your foot elevated when sleeping and make sure to get some excercise. I recommend swimming. I'll go get you an ice pack and something for the pain." She smiled at Boomer before turning around and heading towards the conjoined room at the back.
When she was gone, Boomer turned to look at me. His eyes held gratitude.
"Thanks for helping me out today."
I shrugged like it was no big deal. "Well, I wasn't going to just leave you there. I'm not Buttercup." I answered with a small smile.
A chuckle escaped Boomer's lips. "You should get to your next class. The bell is going to ring soon."
Nodding, I gave Boomer a final smile. I turned around and began walking towards the door. Although when I got to the door I found that I couldn't walk through it. Of all that was said today, there was still one thing that I really needed to say to him. I spun back around to face him and my smile was replaced by a frown.
"I know that my sisters said that I shouldn't believe that you have changed, but I like to think for myself. I know that you're not the same person you were back then," His eyes softened and they looked so handsome. I had to look away. "We can't be friends, but that doesn't mean that I don't trust you."
And then I left. And I didn't look back, not even once.
~ Wow, I got that up quick! This story has me so excited, I'm so into it, that I don't want to stop writing it! I guess when you've been planning a story for over five months you get this excited about finally sharing it. Okay, now I'm just going on and on, thanks for reading! ~
Ps: In case anyone was having problem with pronunciation, Mrs Devereaux's last name is pronounced (Dever-Oh)
Next Chapter - (Blossom's Chapter) - Blossom begins to re-think things after an encounter with Brick. Meanwhile, Buttercup and Daisey get themselves into trouble with Blossom when they decide to have a little fun involving water-soakers.
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